Truthfully, he would break every rule he had, every promise he’d ever made, and go to all the trouble in the world for this girl and she had no idea. None.

He carried himself like a guy who lived in his whole body. Like every molecule was under his control. I lived in exactly 12% of my body. I wasn’t even sure what my hair was doing.

Love was a choice and we made it everyday.

Family, Love. Forgiveness. Those were powerful things.

Listen to me,” he said. “I will never hurt you or touch you. I won’t put my hands on you unless you ask me. Beg me.” I gasped and fell back against the door, strength leaving my legs. “And I want you to beg me,” he said, still closer. “And I think someday you will.

She was the miracle I was trying to hold on to.

I want to be falling in love with you for the rest of my life.

Sometimes you just had to feel it. Sometimes you had to let the terror and the anger and the fear tear you apart. So you could feel what came next.

Love is a knife that really only cuts one way, and that’s deep.

The world issued an open invitation to humanity to fail itself. To be selfish and small. Mean, even evil at times.